Forever you felt its warmth and cherished and adored it and took it for granted that it would always be there. Then it sets as is its nature and you have forgotten the warmth in yourself and you go into the cold alone to watch it go and say goodbye. On a barb in the darkness you get caught and feel pain. There is a trickle of warmth and in the pain you know what you’re made of and that gives you strength to fight the cold. It’s in your blood. Your own warmth.